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Some folks might expect to find Starfucker under glass in Portland’s electro-pop history museum these days, but the band is still bopping along as though that whole Pyramiddd thing (their old moniker) never happened. Four albums after their eponymous debut’s single, “Rawnald Gregory Erickson the Second,” skyrocketed them to indie stardom, Portland’s biggest contemporary act — because, let’s face it, The Decemberists are pretty donezo these days — still knows how to kick down a good record.

At a glance, it might seem a little been-there-done-that, what with all those driving beats and slaphappy keyboard licks, but there’s something inherently addictive about Starfucker that other bands just can’t touch. In a world where the closest comparable act is Passion Pit, and the band’s true sound is everything Oh No Oh My always wanted to be, it’s not hard to see why they punched the scene in the face and left a fistprint. Simply put, the music is fun. There’s no possible way to keep those toes from tapping when Starfucker comes on. Shit, they even made Cyndi Lauper’s hellishly repetitive coup de grâce “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” worth listening to, and they didn’t need big hair and funny hats to do it.

So let’s forgive them that foray into awful rebranding and remember that the Starfucker boys are the kings of post-oh-seven electro-pop. All they need now is a good philosophical sample here and there — never mind, they’ve had that covered from day one.